[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Freyr[/h1][/center][/color]

Freyr was still thinking about the poet as he made his way to Boreal Port. He was curious to what kind of man he was, how he saw the world around him. Many things had happened since Freyr got out of the forest and he had met many people, both humans and demi-humans. Of all the humans he met, only a handful of them were 'good' people. That said... it was true that on the place that Freyr came to live, the guild, most of the humans there were very kind and weren't as... self destructive and chaotic as the rest...

Interrupting his thoughts, a familiar voice brought a bit of life to the silent path he was walking that day.

[color=8dc73f]"Oh, Haley..."[/color] Freyr said, smiling to her. The last time he saw her, the situation on the guild wasn't that... pleasing... and Freyr had completely lost his calm. Looking back at it now, Freyr felt ashamed of that, of loosing his calm like that, but past is past, and nothing could be done about that right now.

[color=8dc73f]"I'm sorry, I'm just thinking about some things..."[/color] Freyr said after some time in silent, shaking his head after he realized that Haley was asking him some questions.

[color=8dc73f]"The guild was rebuilt, its completely different from how it was before. And we do have a few new members... Although I didn't have the chance to introduce myself yet..."[/color] Freyr answered, smiling at the siren. 

The siren's company was a real blessing that day to Freyr. Her happy, energetic mood was exactly what Freyr needed... Maybe it was still some lingering effect of the drugs on the mission the last day, maybe Freyr was only feeling a bit homesick, but he was a bit... sad that day. With what, you ask? With humans, with the world, with himself... Freyr himself didn't know exactly why.

[color=8dc73f]"Would you care to... accompany me on this mission?"[/color] he asked, looking to her. On his eyes, even though he was still with the same kind smile, you could see some sadness deep inside him.

[color=8dc73f]"Your presence is almost a blessing for me today, Haley."[/color] He said, looking to her, part of the sadness on his eyes disappearing.

[@PaulHaynek]

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[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

[color=C6DEFF]"This brings back memories!"[/color] Bast said when he arrived on Ambran.

The city was teeming with merchants, wagons and buyers. Gold and blood ran through that city's veins. Surely, with such an amount of money running through that city, power struggles between the noble families would be rather common there...

After waiting for a few minutes in front of the watchtower that the client pointed, a very luxurious stagecoach stopped nearby as the driver signaled for Bast to get in. Upon doing so, Bast was greeted with a beautiful yet fierce figure. A young noblewoman with pink hair was there. The second she started to speak, Bast gave a smirk. His suspicions were confirmed. That girl may look young, but she was certainly used to the world of the nobility. She was direct and fierce. Her voice passed an air of superiority... It was really amusing to watch such a young and delicate figure acting in such a fierce way. As such, Bast said nothing, only listening to her with a smirk on his face as he heard and studied the girl. On his eyes, his amusement was as clear as water.

After a threat that made him even more amused, the stagecoach halted, nearby the mansion where he was supposed to do his mission.

But before getting out of the cart, Bast looked directly towards her eyes..

[color=C6DEFF]"My lady, please smile. Such fierce expression and voice are not fitting for a delicate flower such as you. Even though you are young, I can see that you passed through quite a lot, only by the way you talk and act... The world is not kind, I know, and people might have to do... certain things... to survive... but remember, a kind smile can be more frightening than a frown and a murderous glare."[/color] Bast said, before stepping out of the stagecoach.

[color=C6DEFF]"I would love to drink some tea with you once this all is finished. You do seem to be the type who would love a good conversation..."[/color] Bast said, walking away as the door closed and the stagecoach left.

Heading towards the mansion, he carefully inspected the gates and the surroundings, seeing if there were guards nearby, if there was any signal of the owners of the mansion or anything like that.

[@PaulHaynek]